October 15th, 2016

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I have voted. I bought mooncakes and tempeh and other important items (the mooncakes belatedly, which means this year they're red bean with no yolks) on the way home. This was to make up for the fact that I didn't get my Election Sausage. There was a sausage sizzle, but the Sea Scouts running it hadn't actually thought through things and decided not to go halal. Their beef sausages were nicely tempered with pork fat... Thank goodness for redbean mooncake, is all I can say, for I reached home very hungry.

The Animal Liberation people (who are standing for civic rights for animals) jumped out at me on the way to the polls, and so did the Liberals. They were nicely chatting together and I was a prime target. I was polite but short with all those who tackled me with vigour. I told them I had a how-to-vote card that was of my own devising and patted my handbag to show them where it was. The Animal Liberation candidate didn't let go - she wanted to talk with me and persuade me, for she has a Cause. My father used to be Peter Singer's dentist, so I thought my way through these issues when I was very young. I didn't want to say this on the street (especially since my end thoughts include the role of medieval animal trials and the views of Christianity towards animals and can tend towards the impolite), so I was a little more brusque. This was mostly because they've had six weeks to talk to me about philosophy: leaping out of marquees on the road leading to the polls is just daft if you want to stand on that kind of issue. Mind you, if one of the Greens candidates had jumped out from under that marquee, I could've found out if they were worth voting for, but there were none of them within a mile of my polling booth. I checked all the main roads leading there. Given there are very few polling booths in the electorate, I have to say that obviously they didn't want my vote at all. And they didn't get it. The Greens did so many things to lose my vote, and they succeeded. I was very impressed.

Of all the people who were under the marquee, one didn't leap out to talk to me. He stood there quietly and let me decide what I wanted to do. He's one of the candidates I wanted to talk to, in fact, and he moved from number five on my ballot to number two on my ballot as a result of that conversation. We had a nice long talk about the neighborhood (he lives round the corner) and about why I'm voting for him despite the fact that I want a tram and he's standing for the No Tram Party (normally known as the Canberra Liberals). The family thing is what got him onto my ballot. He's from a local family that has been local a lot longer than European Australians have been in Canberra. I've met others of his family and they have a strong, strong family culture and his body language showed that he has the same. He's someone we actually need in our Legislative Assembly. Him and the candidate I put as #1.

The wonderful thing about him giving me "I want to hear you" body language (which wasn't instant - it came as soon as I said "I know who your family is") was we could talk. We talked about some rather hefty issues. This started when I told him I wasn't voting for him to support the lack of public transport his party wants, I was voting for him because it's about time we had someone on the Assembly who could speak for country. He's a rare Australian in that he's actually standing for an electorate that covers some of his country. Given his family, and given this, and given he's competent, that vote was a no brainer. Meeting him consolidated it, was all. And it's nice to have someone else to talk to about the problem-things.

Two good candidates from two opposing parties. A handful of probably-good. And all the rest "Who knows?" This was one strange election.